Red and Black~
Calum Iverach
Lewsland
Clacking hooves echoed off empty streets. Calum led Iverach soldiers through the coastal town of Lewsland. At the peak of midday, the place was eerily quiet. Shops sat shuttered. Curtains were drawn. Smoke from chimneys hinted at life behind the closed doors, but not a single man, woman, or child ventured outside.
“Where is everyone? Are we so frightening?” he said.
“Folks fear what they don’t understand,” said Captain Lyn.
Surdisi understood no way but their own and were not inclined to consider why anyone lived otherwise. In Calum’s experience, he’d found them a meek bunch, content to bob along in the shallow streams their small lives allowed them. How such sheep could be descended from the same stock as Joren the Conqueror was a mystery he’d a
